U Got The Look

(OK, if someone can name that song and is as obsessed with the artist as I am, we're probably the same person and would be best friends in real life. Just so you know.)

So, you know how a lot of people say they have a type? Like the kind of person they always go for or are attracted to. Their "type." Well for the longest time, I refused to believe that I had a type. "No way," I'd say. "NONE of the guys I've gone for have anything in common... no type for me." Even my friends didn't see a pattern in the guys I was interested in. There was no rhyme or reason to my selection.

Until recently, that is. I started noticing a trend toward the end of my senior year, but I wasn't sure until now. My type? It's not preppy or jock or musician or even brooding thinker (although I do love the brainy ones). Nope, none of those. My type is tall, skinny jackass.

Perhaps I should explain. For some reason I like the tall, lanky guys, and cockiness is a major plus. However, I don't mean jackass in the fratty, I-am-male-therefore-I-am-the-shit way. There's a big difference between being a bit of a jackass and being a jerky asshole. (Wow, I am doing a LOT of swearing up in huurr....sorrrryyy). I like a guy who can match wits with me, who likes a little verbal sparring, and who doesn't come at me with sickeningly sweet lines. Actually, I'm suspicious of overly nice guys. I keep the ones with the too-kind, too-smooth words at arms length. What are you hiding? What's your angle? I can't help it -- that's just the way I think.

But that's not to say that I don't like nice guys at all. Have I confused you yet? Because I'm starting to get a little lost myself. Let me see if I can work this out. The jackasses I like will get in my face and tease me, but underneath, they are actually good guys. They like my fiestiness and are usually trying to actually get to know me, not just escort me home from the bar. I like a guy who can put up a good fight, and even enjoy it, because in my opinion, they can handle a chick who can be a little bitchy in a funny, fun way. (Note: this does NOT mean high-maintenance or demanding or naggy). Those are the guys that like smart girls, and you know what? I have major respect for that.

So what spurred this discussion of my type? Well, even in a new city, I'm finding myself drawn to the same. In college, I didn't seriously date a whole lot, but that's not to say that I didn't ever go out or spend time with members of the opposite sex. Because I did. And almost all of the guys who really made me sit up and pay attention had these qualities. Well, actually the one (as in I did not have another boyfriend in college) serious boyfriend I had was only tall and skinny. No jackass factor. Just emo. Which is a problem since I'm not the biggest fan of talking about my "feelings" and "the relationship." We broke up. Duh. But moving on... I like the tall ones (over 6 feet s'il vous plait) because I can wear my biggest heels and have no worries. I really have no idea why I like the skinny ones. Maybe it's from spending so much time around runner and swimmer boys when I was younger. And the jackass-iness? (so not a word) I think I've already explained that one.

When I go out now, I notice the lanky ones smirking instead of sauntering, the ones having conversations instead of just leaning back and surveying their victims (oops, I mean the girls at the bar). I even recently met a guy at a pub (doesn't that just sound so UK?) near me, and after about an hour of flirting/exchanging clever insults, he said, smiling, "I'm sorry, I'm kind of a jackass." To which I replied (because I have no verbal filter whatsoever), "Nah, it's fine. You're just my type."

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I don't really have much to say since things have been kind of low-key/ "meh" lately. Anyway, I thought I would just bullet point some thoughts so I would at least get something written. Usually I go for quality over quantity, but I also don't like to go toooo long without writing something for fear that the 3 people who read this will get bored and never return! Whew. So, if you read, please keep reading! I promise I'll write something good soon!

On to the bullets!

• I think I want to go to Greece. First of all, I hear it's beautiful. Perfect water, lots of sun. Heaven, essentially. And I think the food would be right up my alley. Hummus, veggies, pita, yogurt, olive oil. I also think they media is like OBSESSED with Greece/the Mediterranean because one of the style editors at Glamour just wrote about her trip to Croatia on the site and Mamma Mia is everywhere. And now I want to go see it.
• Going off of that, I love movie musicals. They have the potential to be AMAZING or downright terrible. Which means that they go full circle and become amazing again. For example, the best/worst movie musical of all time: GREASE 2!! Pleeeeease, someone tell me that you've seen it. "I want a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R..." "Let's bowl, let's bowl, let's rockn' roll!" or "Reproduction!" Anyone? anyone? OK, someone better

• respond to that (I mean, please?) or at least go rent the movie if you haven't seen it. It's Michelle Pfeiffer at her finest/most embarrassing. I think this all stems from the fact that I was a half-theater nerd, half jock,half bookworm (OK, see... math wasn't my strong suit). I didn't ALWAYS want to hang out with the drama kids (it got a little weird after a while...), but I did want to sing ALL THE TIME, so I thought that if my high school were like Rydell, I would be set.
• Also, why is Tom Hanks' son in a KFC commercial? Remember when he actually starred in a movie? With Jack Black? Now he's selling fried chicken and shocking his advertisement friends by getting a pretty girl to actually go out with him. My, how things change. (Also, if that isn't him then someone please correct me. But if it isn't, the resemblance is uncanny.)
• My friends, college acquaintances, etc. need to STOP getting married and reproducing. I mean, they are lovely people (most of them), but it's making me feel like I'm falling behind! It's like I'm not hitting the milestones in time. And I'm only 23! Shouldn't I have more time? Graduate with honors from sweet school. Check. Move away from home. Check. Get first real job and apartment (OK my apartment is hardly real, but fine, whatever). Check. Find someone to spend the rest of life with and combine genes with? That box, my friends is very, very blank. No check marks there. I have time, right!?!?!


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  I love Jennifer Aniston. She's great. Even if she is dating John Mayer and I don't approve.


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• Oh man, and Conan O'Brien. I love him and never get to watch him anymore since I am usually in bed or at least not watching TV at this hour. But tonight I am still up for no apparent reason so I am thoroughly enjoying his incredible awkwardness, self-deprecating humor, and gravity-defying hair.
• OK, this is for you, foodie friends: I really want to start cooking because right now, I run the risk of ruining microwaved dishes. I CAN cook, but I lose patience because I think, 'Oh, what's the use? If it's terrible, I'll have to nuke something anyway.' So most of the time I have carrots and hummus and oatmeal for dinner. Hmmm. Yeah. So from you, food bloggers/cooking gurus, I need your easiest, fastest, (cheapest?) yummiest recipes so I can become a functioning adult and not ingest so many of the chemical seeping out of my Tupperware into my food. (PS, I love all veggies and veg*n food but I'm open to almost anything, including poultry and fish, besides... well, mammal.)
• And, last thing, I know I've written this before, but I need some inspiration, and I would especially love to know what YOU are interested in. It doesn't even have to be an opinion about something. I know I talk about me on here, but so far I haven't totally told you about me because I don't even know where to start. I know it may seem as though I divulge a lot of info because I CANNOT SHUT UP, but really I think I just say a lot of the same stuff twice (or 15 times). So help me out. Got any questions? Requests? Wondering why I can't just type one sentence and leave it at that? (Actually, I can't answer that one either.) Let me know!

OK, I need to crash to make it through one more day this week. Good night!

So this is a blog....

Hmmm...so this is blog. Not as scary as I imagined.

In the past, I've been very wary of blogs and online journals and anything even that even remotely resembled either of the two, because I felt they were cries for attention and just another way to clue in everyone on the planet on one's inner workings. I talk enough as it is and I didn't feel the need for further disclosure.

Until now, that is. At least sort of. I'm not quite as vehemently against blogs as I once was, but I still plan on testing the waters, one proverbial toe at a time. I don't anticipate jumping in all at once, letting everyone (OK, truly anyone who happens to stumble across this blog since I don't see myself broadcasting that I even have a blog just yet) know all the little nuances of my life. For one, I just moved here a few months ago and, honestly, my life isn't really that exciting yet. Promise. Secondly, I have a hard time talking about myself -- or at the the stuff below the surface. Anyone who knows me is aware that I can talk your ear off on any topic from feminism to Grease 2 (the greatest worst movie of all time) if given the chance. However, ask me what's really going on and you can really watch me squirm. Oh hey, look, I just broke a rule -- telling you a little about my quirks. Oh well.

OK, so if I'm so anti-blog, why am I starting one? Two reasons, with the first having to do with my career ambitions. I want to be a writer and I figured this would be a pretty decent writing exercise. Plus, if I have the illusion of an audience (I'm still very convinced this will remain a secret blog... is that paradoxical? I should look up the actual definition of 'blog'), I might feel slightly more accountable for writing more than once or twice a week. I suppose I'm simply trying to get the creative juices flowing. Also, a good friend of mine has a couple blogs, one for school and one on another specific topic, and she's already had some success in journalism. She hasn't even graduated yet! I think she has accomplished so much and I'm so proud of her, but I can't help but feel a bit jealous. So I'm trying the same route, hoping that with (a lot more) work, I can find a career that's slightly more exciting than the one I'm in right now. We'll see.

The second reason for writing here is more complicated. Like I said, I really don't need my innermost thoughts splashed across the Internet. BUT (yes, it's a big one), I'm coming to the realization that if/when I do succeed as a writer, that's exactly what I'll be doing. I will be putting my thoughts out there for the world to judge and analyze and just know. And those ideas will be recorded forever. It is one thing to express an idea aloud, but to commit it to paper is slightly daunting. My favorite quote ever (and normally quotes bother me, because I think, What, you aren't creative enough to come up with your own words? This is totally the exception) is one by Cynthia Ozick: "If we had to say what writing is, we would define it essentially as an act of courage." So this is me trying to muster up the courage to put what I think is my best out there and send some pieces to publishers. And, I guess it's my attempt at getting over this whole, "I don't want to talk about anything that bothers me/makes me happy/affects who I am as a person" thing. I can't exactly address anything if I smash it down and out of sight.

So, this is my foray into the world of blogging. Maybe I'll be converted to a blog devotee or maybe I'll shy away from online writing more than ever before. An experiment to be sure, but one that I suppose is worth conducting. Let's see how this goes, shall we?