Packing

Well this packing business is not going the way I intended. I feel like I am packing triple what I packed last summer. NOT GOOD. I can't find anything, it is like all my chargers, adapters, converters, and random other cords decided to disappear two days before my trip. I have been pacing my house muttering, "I swear I saw that right here three days ago..." ALL FREAKING DAY.  It seems like it would be much easier to pack for a guy. Seriously. They would need two pairs of shoes, 2 pairs of shorts, slacks, a couple tshirts, a button down, and a couple pairs of underware and they would be good for two months. But girls on the other hand (or namely me) I have like 800 bajillion items of clothing, shoes, makeup, hair stuff, and other random things girls need. not fair. Though I am putting most of this on myself, I will admit, but one has to pack differently when packing for an internship. I have to have office clothes, club clothes, beach clothes, athletic clothes, and then everyday clothes. Granted some items can be double dipped into other catagories. But still....
Seriously. This is frustrating. Then to top it all off, I have to make sure the outfits not only look work appropriate, but also look italy appropriate-or Bella Figura. That is alot of pressure to put on a college student who doesn't have a job and is spending all of her savings and then some on this internship. I go to sleep at night and the phrase bella figura echos in my head all night. So not only am I exhausted, I am frustrated with the packing, worried my clothes will be ok, and stressed because I can't find a damn thing! Man am I looking forward to the beach...and tan...and italian men....and the sexologies at Maljk. I'm purrring right now from the forthcoming bliss (that was a cassie reference...imu)
Anyway, I leave in two days TWO DAYS TWO DAYS! and I can't really believe it.
Goodnight blog land may you dream of sexy italian men (or women) and remember to always keep your chargers and cords in one place.

Plans

You know that saying, "while we make plans, God laughs"? Yeah well I must be giving him a stomachache from laughing so hard. 

I have planned my life for the next 20 years or so. We shall see how well this goes,

1. I will become TOFEL certified and will learn French before graduating from UNT.

2.  After graduation, I will secure an English teaching position in Asia, India, or anywhere that will give me a job that is not on the North or South American Continent. (If this does not work out then I will join a peace corps like organization...this is TBD) 

3. Then after establishing residency in New York, I will go to NYU for a masters of science in Global Affairs with an emphasis in human rights and social justice. (This doesn't work out then which grad school I do attend is TBD…but will be in DC, NYC, San Fran, or Chicago, or will be in another, industrialized country like England)

4. Next, I will secure a job with a Multinational Corporation who is socially conscious. My position will include travel and making lots of money (my position, how I get this amazing job, and what the company actually does, is TBD)

5. Then after make my first couple million and securing a partnership with this company, I will purchase a flat in London, making that my permanent home.

6. I will then meet an English Lord whom I will marry. We will go on to have two kids with quintessential English names (or I will marry a wealthy Swiss banker with Italian origins, who ever I meet first, or whom ever I love more...) We will then merge our wealth and become wealth overlords.

7. We will then purchase fabulous houses/villas/apartments in Tuscany, Cefalu, the Swiss Alps, Morocco, NYC, London, and Thailand. We will also have a summerhouse in Vancouver in case it gets too hot in any of the aforementioned areas. 

8. Then I will become the CEO of the Company and sell it for 200 times from what it originally was worth. 

9. I will retire. 

10. Over the course of these years I would become fluent in Italian, French, and Spanish and proficient in Mandarin, Russian, Arabic, and Japanese. 

Good plan right? But first thing's first, I got to get the hell out of Robson Ranch....

5 Reasons why one shouldn't post-pone freshmen classes till senior year

5. when one is a senior, one will usually go into the freshman class with a disgruntled attitude. 4. when one is a senior, one usually can tell when the professor actually cares about the subject and when he/she doesn't. 3. when one is a senior, one can figure out, usually pretty easily, the minimum amount of work required to get an A, as one is consumed with other work more pertainant to their major/minor and therefore graduation. 2. when one is a senior, one has usually already taken a plethora of upper level classes which deal with the same subject only more indepth, thus leaving the senior feeling either unchallenged or just over the topic completely. 1. when one is a senior, one typically gets swiftly annoyed with holier-than-thou, challenging-the-professor, I-know-more-than-anybody-about-anything, I-am-the-greatest-thing-to-happen-to-academia-since-algebra-yet-I-get-facts-wrong attitude typical of 18 year old freshmen. Yet, one doesn't really say anything because the senior will realize there is no point because said person will not care and will continue to be an annoyance the rest of the semester and will then probably direct attacks to the senior. *let it be known...I haven't said anything...and will not because...I am a senior...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Affects By Effects

I don't know what I want to do. I have no idea. I do know, however, I want to make an impact. What a trite expression. Making an impact. So many people my age use this very term and yet they haven't the slightest idea how. Like me. So first I guess one has to define what "making an impact means to them" (god that sounds like an admission essay, doesn't it?) To me it means taking part in something so powerful, it transcends the "good deed" or  "charitable act" and becomes a metamorphosis of belief and well being. Easier said than done....

Blake Mycoskie, the founder of Toms, came to speak at UNT on Wednesday and I was so inspired by his story. I have always adored the mission of Toms. Not only is the idea of, "One for one" brilliant from a business perspective, but from a humanitarian perspective as well. Nevertheless, this is one of those things that would be considered "making an impact." This is one of those things I want to do.

I have changed since my first semester in college, hell, since high school, and I have realized I have this desire to affect more than effect, or maybe I want to affect by effect. Whichever.

I am so "college-y."  It is just that, I have been, for the first time in awhile, encompassed with this feeling of being able to do anything. And I want to make it count.

That's it. If you made it this far...your probably my mom... :)


Goodnight blog land. May you dream well.

Vegetarianism

I am supposed to be writing a paper for my Moral Philosophy class discussing if society should be required to be vegetarians to stay morally consistent. However, as I do more and more "googling," I am becoming more and more repulsed by what I am discovering. I know the factory farming industry is inhuman and these poor animals are forced to stand in their own poop and their legs and wings fall off and they are confined to such small spaces they can't even turn around but I never wanted to admit that in a way, by eating meat, I was reinforcing this practice.

I am a meat eater. I love me some chicken and osso buco and bacon. BUT I am ashamed of what I have albeit, indirectly, helping.


WARNING: GRAPHIC VIDEO AHEAD.

This video is from Meat.org, go there to see the bigger version.

It is awful, sick, disturbing, plus a thousand more variations of the same word.

If you are interested in more information about factory farming, watch the documentary called Food INC. It is pretty fasinating.

Basically what I am saying is, I have decided to go veg for one month. I have said this in the past but it was only for the health benefits. Now it is for the life benefits.

 Thats right I will not eat any product made from a cow-including milk, a pig, a turkey, or a chicken-including eggs for one month.  This is my public statement. This will be worth it. So that is all for now. Here are some cute pictures:

good night blog land, may you sleep well and dream of cute animals that share this earth with us.

Bradley Cooper, Yes PLEASE

Yesterday I had the chance to see Limitless and The Lincoln Lawyer. While both were great, I have to say Limitless was not only my favorite because I am obsessed with this man :

but also because the cinematography and concept were refreshing and unique. Who would want to take a pill that would give you access to the full use of your brain? I WOULD. HELL YES I WOULD.

If I were on that pill right at this minute, I would be fluent in Italian, I would be an excellent piano player from all the lessons I attempted in my youth, I would be able to TEACH that macroecon class I failed, I would be able to actually read my history textbook without falling asleep AND find it interesting, and I would be able to actually, for the first time,  take control of my dog from all the Cesar Milan episodes I have watched...hell I could BE Cesar Milan.  

OK yes according to the movie there are downsides to the pill, namely not taking it BUT if one was taking it, then they presumably would be smart enough to procure a lifetime supply by learning how to mold the electrons to the neutrons to the protons and then fit it to the brantrons in your headtron without causing a heap ton of problems. 

So in conclusion, vote YES for the pill that makes everyone smart and rich. Not only because I endorse it, but because this man does too:

Go see this movie. GO right now. GET UP AND GO. SERIOUSLY. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Yes it is REALLY that good.

As far as Lincoln Lawyer goes, it was an interesting story. Matthew McConaughey was actually good ( I am not a big fan of his Johnny One Note approach to acting). I was disappointed Marisa Tomei and William H. Macy weren't used much as they were the best actors in the whole shebang. Ryan Phillippe did what he does best-play a stuck up rich boy with a constant quivering lip. GET OVER YOURSELF. OK fine he might be a nice guy in real life but really...stop picking the same part. OK yes this part may have had some levels and...um...interesting quirks (I'm not going to spoil it) but it was still the basic same character, dark and twisted with lots of money from mommy. (Is that you, Cruel Intentions?) Overall, it is good movie. Go see it to be entertained.  

Goodnight blog land. May you dream of lovely things and Bradley Cooper

The Search For Switzerland

Let me preface this by saying that I work at a pretty fabulous department store, which I LOVE and the majority of our customers, the majority of the time, are usually wonderful and fun. However, within the past couple of weeks, it seems our loyal and wonderful customers are going through a phase equivalent to either the terrible two's or teenage, for example 

 On one particularly busy evening, a woman, her sister, and the woman's daughter/monkey came into my department.  It seems this woman had a preconceived notion that she looked like this... 

....when actually she looked like this....

.... and because she thought she was Victoria Beckham (complete with the hair cut and the sour smirk), she preceded to pose in the mirror for 30 MINUTES while her 3 year old daughter/monkey climbed on EVERY DISPLAY in my department while the mother's sister (read: aunt) chased her around like a crazy woman.  After she finished posing, she (finally) began picking out clothes. THANK GOD she was a 0  (her words...) so she didn't have to try ANYTHING on! But OH, that one tank top that we have three X-Smalls in on the rack wouldn't do. She needed the X-Small in the very same color and style, that was on the mannequin (which was on top of the tallest display in the store and in which to reach, I had to get a ladder from the backroom) because it was already fitted to HER body. (She really said all this...really). Finally after 20 minutes to the sound of taping Tory Burch black patent flats and a completely rearranged department due to the little rambunctious monkey, I got the tank top off of the headless and armless mannequin. 30 more minutes past and she finally had four appropriate outfits for her ski trip to some magical country called Switzerland in a mysterious land named Europe. Yes, I asked her where she was going and her exact words were "Switzerland (pause) it's in Europe." REALLY?! 

Needless to say I ended that night feeling alittle like this.....

Goodnight blog land, may all your dreams come true. I'm off to figure out where this dadgum place called Switzerland is....