Wednesday, October 28, 2009


So Halloween is in like two days. And I think I'm going to wear scrubs and be a doctor ... unless I can come up with a better idea between now and then. But it's tough to come up with an idea that meets my criteria ... it's not that I'm picky, but I have standards.
  • Costume budget is like $5. I barely like to spend money on clothes I'll wear all the time, much less something pretty much guaranteed to be worn only once.
  • Costume must not be slutty nurse, angel, devil, schoolgirl or anything of the slutty genre. No one needs to see my tummy (which would be scary, as it basically glows in the dark).
  • Must be comfy. Also must not require maintenance throughout the day.
  • Ideally there is a coordinating costume for Boyfriend, although that's not vital.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

What's a Girl To Do?

Since I've been a Weight Watcher, I've developed a love for the oats and chocolate Fiber One bar (actually usually a generic equivalent thereof). Tasty. Satisfies my need for chocolate in the afternoon. Fills me up until dinner. Cheap. Meets basically all my needs. All pros.

Con: Apparently that much fiber in the afternoon doesn't sit well with me. Specifically, later that evening it causes a problem of the gastrointestinal variety, which causes unpleasantness for those around me.

I like the pros. In fact, I may love the pros. I seriously dislike the con. I am not sure how to solve this dilemma.

Why does everything happen to me?

Monday, October 12, 2009

In Which I Advise Myself

So awhile ago, I saw a blog in which the writer was giving her younger self advice. At that time I meant to write a similar post, but I never did. Today, I rectify that. So from the ripe old age of 29, here are some things I know now that I wish I had known sooner.
  • You won't always have the same friends. And this is OK. What's not OK is doing things just because your friends are doing them. If something doesn't feel right, don't do it.
  • On the other hand, Juliet, there's no reason not to have a little fun. It's entirely fine to have fun and occasionally blow things off. Just decide which things are important to you, and don't blow them off.
  • It will be easier if you learn to keep your emotions in check. You may never be entirely successful at this, but try not to overreact.
  • Don't coast so much. Even if you're good at things, you can get better.
  • Money ... you'll be fine. Sometimes you will definitely be finer than others, but it's not worth wasting too much time worrying about it.
  • You are not good at directions. Get a definite plan and directions before you go.
  • Being honest with people is always better. Just say it. You don't have to be mean. Stringing someone along and being miserable is never the best option. And don't pretend that you like people and things you don't.
  • Get the allergy medicine from behind the counter by the pharmacist. It's worth it.
  • Don't be defined by inertia. It's not a reason to stay in a relationship, apartment or party. Or really anything else.
  • Be bold. Not obnoxious, bold.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Let Me See the Ring!

So I have recently gotten engaged. (No, not because of the health insurance issues raised in my last post.) And one of the first things people ask is to see the ring. And it's a natural instinct ... I've asked that question myself of the newly engaged female.

And I show them. And I tell them my favorite feature of the ring: It is from a mall kiosk, and it cost $21 with tax. It's pretty -- it says Love and the O is a (fake, obvs) diamond.

"But why didn't you get a real ring?" And not to knock other people's diamonds (if you want one, by all means you should have one), but I do have reasons. To wit:
  • It's a custom I don't really understand. Why does the woman get one but not the man? Is she being bought? Bribed?
  • They are ridiculously expensive. This is by no means the main reason, but saving several hundred dollars that could be spent on something I do want is a nice perk.
  • The diamond industry ... what a racket!
  • I don't really wear jewelry. Not for a good reason, I just don't. And my finger tends to vary in size, even within the span of one day (but it's always super tiny).

So those are my thoughts. And I will sport my Piercing Pagoda ring until the wedding date, when it will be replaced by a sweet tattoo!