On Jewelry, or Why Do People Like the Absolute?

Somewhere in the walks of life, I remember either hearing or reading this:

You shouldn't wear jewelry an ex gave you

Everytime this pops into my head I can't helpu but to stop, pause and disagree. First, I am not a fan of the absolute. The closest I've gotten to this is a personal rule to not kiss on the first date, and my best friend Patrick is still the sole exception. There's exceptions everywher in life.

Secondly, it just seems a bit, well, silly. I still wear a good deal of gifts from exes. I also don't throw things out, so take that as you will. I'm a pack rat at heart. I wear the white and silver scarf given to me from the co-producer of my worst break-up to date. I didn't throw out the handcrafted metal rose given to me for my 21st birthday from a crazy boy. I occassionally wear some of the necklaces given to me by my longest overall relationship. The main exception is that I do not wear the diamond necklace that was a Christmas gift from my first boyfriend.

I understand the above "rule" as a guideline to, don't wear something that weirds you out. Makes sense, right? That's what the diamond necklace does. I can't pin point exactly what it is, but there's just been this sentiment that leaves me no reason to put it on.

Thoughts dear readers? This mainly pertains to the female half, but I guess it could also extend to you dudes in the form of clothes? Any of you discard jewelry from someone in your past?

Is it dusty in the back of a draw somewhere, or does it have a comfortable home in your regular wardrobe?

Most Favoritest

One of my most favorite, simple little pleasures in life is when you're either doing the dishes or dispensing shampoo, and a spree of tiny soap bubbles comes whistfully darting out.

You just kind of stand there and watch their playful descent upon the tile. It always makes me smile.

Happy thought of the day.

EDIT: Sorry about the large photo size screwing around with the layout. I'm a bit too busy to fix it.

Anger at the Interwebs

Earlier this week, on my first day of work actually, my gmail account was hacked/spammed, and overall compromised. It sent a lot of people a phishing email saying I had been mugged in London, and that I needed money wired to me.

Now while it would be great to be in London, I'm actually in Wisconsin. Working. I have enough to deal with; I didn't need this.

I reported it to Google that my account had been compromised, changed my password, altered filters, but I am still having problems recieving emails. Hopefully, I can get this fixed once and for all soon, and won't have dramatic troubles with my blog, since they are both connected on the same Google account.

Why do people really have to be jerks sometimes?

Eep!

Moving is scary and a lot of work. Prepare for road trip pictures.

I'm Not Homeless!

This past week marked a momentous occasion and the unloading of a lot of stress and paranoia. Why you may ask? Because I finally got my but in gear and claimed an apartment.

My future roommate, Rose, and I will be living in a new complex within 10 minutes of driving to work. For the first month, I'll be without a car, but I do welcome a 25 minute bike ride to work.



Also, two bedrooms, two full bathrooms, a breakfast bar in the kitchen, and a den? For less than $1300 a month? Hells yeah.

I'm excited. Feel free to post decorating ideas!

The Lesser of Two Evils?

Warning: I am aware I will potentially piss off a good deal of sports fans with this post. Just remember, this is my opinion, so deal with it.

What is it about the Mets? Yes, I am aware they suck, aren't the best, and are consistently pummeled year after year, but why all this pity for the Mets? I've been a supporter of the Mets since I was around nine, when one day I bothered to sit down and watch a game with my grandmother in between Uno rounds. I normally don't really care what others think, let alone what people think of the teams I support (I am aware that the Blazers consistently don't always have the best players, track record, or well just....it's Rip City, don't hate), but recently my friend Nick posted this on facebook to a friend:



And this is from NYC itself. I'm aware you guys have the Yankees, but come on.

I think that my recent defense of the Mets comes also from conversations with my boyfriend. As a resident of Massachusetts, he is prone to saying "wicked", having a love affair with Boston, and defending that his state has some of the best teams in all sports. I'll give them the Bruins. I'll agree that the Celtics can be, and are better sometimes, than the Blazers. Portland doesn't even have a football team, nor does the rest of the state, so I'm indifferent on the Patriots.

The Red Sox though?

You can't say that Red Sox fans are better than Mets fans.

Now just to be clear, I'm not saying that the Red Sox are a bad team. I cannot debate that they have been an excellent team this past decade.

What I am saying, is that prior to 2003, the Red Sox won just about as much as the Mets and both teams' fans were regarded as masochists.

Answer me this friends and interwebs: why pity and condescend upon Mets fans? Don't the Yankees already have enough to be jerks about?

Well...Part 2

I know this is weird, but I am kind of happy that I almost let my blog die.

I neglected, or well, did not commit as much time to, my blog due to all the other activities in my life. I could make excuses, I could list off everything, or I could even make a long rambling assessment of how every situation has molded and changed me. I'm not going to do that now. Probably later. I like to write, and have a habit of rambling, but not now.

In my life now, is a different stage. I graduated from R.P.I. with a dual degree in Mathematics and Economics. I landed a job back in February. I am moving to a new city where I have never lived before. I may soon be able to have a laptop without a sticking e key.

About three days ago, I received an email detailing my total of loans and outlining repayment plans. On Monday I bought a professional looking bag for work. I just paid my bills including my last utility payment for my apartment in Troy. I am calling to finalize apartments tomorrow.

I am an adult. It is weird.

Kind of like a mixed corgi.



Yeah. I'm tired, just go with it <3