Sassy ensemble of the week

I hesitate to talk about bad sartorial choices I see in real life on this blog because it feels kind of mean-spirited and who am I to judge? I wear the same pants every day and my hair is permanently formed into a braid because that's the only hairstyle I've found that looks the same whether or not you sleep on it. Which I do. For several days at a time.

But I just can't get this outfit out of my head. I have to share what I saw someone wearing at bookbinding class this week. Behold:

A utilikilt

 Scrunch socks

 

 

and Sketchers shape- ups

At the same time, though, I have to give him props for branching out.  So kudos to you utilikilt man, I'm glad not everyone feels the need to play by the "men should wear pants" rule and I bet your pockets are really useful for toting around trinkets.

Still loving this photo app

 I get pretty much endless entertainment by asking David to wear my sunglasses and then calling him Kurt Cobain. I tried to force him into wearing my potato sack coat to complete the look, but he politely declined.

This is Kurt and I enjoying some breakfast burritos at Sonic ("Kurt face! Kurt face!" was my direction).

This weekend Kurt gifted me a guitar strap...this beauty:

I'm well on my way to guitar greatness. Now to learn more than three chords. and rhythm. I will need that.

Saw your face, in a crowded place

Today James Blunt came to my work:

As a little bit of a preface, Deven and I were obsessed with making jokes about "You're Beautiful" our freshman year. We made a collage and sang each other that phrase almost daily in a high falsetto voice. Never did I ever dream that this joke would someday be my reality. He almost cried while singing. It was the most hilarious day of work to date.

Loving Lately

This video:

This morsel:

 This cat:

No credit for any of these images...sorry for my bad internet etiquette.

Bang bang

I hate bangs. They suck you in with their adorableness and the fact that you NEVER have to pluck your eyebrows. Then you start to get annoyed because they grow out in five seconds. No matter, they still make your hair look done even when it's not so you keep them. You have a hairstyle and thus you have a discernible "look."

One day, however, you see a picture of yourself with scraggly bangs and decide this madness has to come to an end. Bangs are only good to you 40 percent of the time and that is no way for a hairstyle to be. So you decide to grow them out. You pin them to the side, wear a beanie on weekends, dream about the day you have normal hair again.

You tremble every time you see a picture of a hip girl with stick-straight perfect bangs. Smiling happily, "Life is good because I have the best bangs."

"That could be me," you whisper silently to yourself. "That could be me."

The scissors gleam from their place in the corner.

"You are so great at cutting your own bangs," they seem to say, "you can HAVE those bangs and they will be straight and fall into place perfectly every morning. They will never be in your eyes or messed up every time a breeze blows."

I can do this. I can let go of the bangs. I can last one more month I am rewarding myself with a professional hair cut.

Real mature

An email conversation to illustrate just how adult I am.

On Fri, Jan 28, 2011 at 11:04 AM, David Miller wrote:
Good morning BABY!

On Jan 28, 2011 11:06 AM, Amanda Mears wrote:
wah wah wah wahhhhhhhh

On Fri, Jan 28, 2011 at 11:13 AM, David Miller wrote:
Oh my god! You are literally a baby!

On Jan 28, 2011 11:15 AM, Amanda Mears wrote:
WAAAAAAAAAH WAHWAHWAH WAH WAHHHHHHHHH

On Fri, Jan 28, 2011 at 11:17 AM, David Miller wrote:
I hope you get SIDS.

On Jan 28, 2011 11:21 AM, Amanda Mears wrote:

Rallying for myself

From now on I'm going to start implementing a point system into my life.


I was going to get my lunch out of the fridge at work when I started thinking about how my shoes were giving me a blister and completely forget what I was doing. Panicking, I decided to just take a lap around the office. The office loop ends in a dead end. I had to double back, still confused about why I got up in the first place, while still discreetly pretending that I was going somewhere in particular. Five minutes of being stared at = -5 points.

I struck up a conversation with someone while heating up my lunch. She totally felt my pain about the pointy shoe blister. +2 points

A piece of spaghetti –sauce covered pasta dropped down my neck scarf hitting my face, hair and shirt along the way. -3 points

I'm saving the earth by bringing my own mug to work and washing it out every day. +1 point because washing it totally sucks and I have a bad attitude about going green.

I succeeded at vegetarian week, turning down barbecue chicken pizza, imperial chicken and bacon in the process. +4

So far I'm down 1 point, but there's still time for a comeback. Yay, look how fun the office can be.